My heart is in my throat again and I steady myself against the door frame. He’s standing there, hands in his pockets, shirt open to halfway now. He ...eans against the door and then slowly lifts his head up. “How did you...” my voice trails off.“I told the hotel receptionist I was your husband and I’d lost the key.” He shrugs and smiles. The word 'husband' catches me off guard and my heart hammers against my ribcage as I imagine being Tom’s wife, waking up next to him every morning, fucking him. Debra was jealous because I ate Holly first! This could be good, especially if Holly wanted me to take her virginity too. Maybe Debra would give me hers first. One could only hope!The next day was Friday. On our walk to school Debra said that she was a little nervous about me butt fucking her tonight but she said that she was ready. She had even gone to sleep with the dildo in her ass. It had fallen out during the night but her asshole felt fine when she took a crap this morning.Debra also. Certainly worth a lunch. His hands lingered on the collar of her coat after she’d slipped her arms in for just a second too long, and she felt his fingers on the back of her neck before he let go. Helena shivered, just a little, yanking her thoughts back to the issue at hand. Really, it must be early senility or something. Her concentration used to be better than this. Tom was, of course, still talking. She didn’t think he’d stopped, reflecting with a certain wry amusement that Tom talked. In fact it wasn't one of the Gallery's." Someone just brought in a painting?" No. Oh, I'm not telling this right. It was a plate in a book about aboriginal painting. I looked at it and told the woman that there was a sick man being watched by women in a land with hills and a rock hole. She thanked me and went away. How did I know that?" Well, a lot of the images are standard..." You know that stuff! I don't know much of it!" Well, you're learning more all the time. We saw things in Adelaide and.